Feed My Soul With Rock & Roll

Feed my soul with rock & roll
I need you to turn up the noise
The raw & dirty guitar licks
You tried to seduce little rich boys
My heart broke in the shadows
Don’t tell me to relax, I’m out of proportion
You’re a cruel woman, ya know
I’m gonna need to turn up the distortion
I feel ridiculous for trusting you
Gimme that dial, I want it loud
Let me forget my woes tonight
& that I’ve been before this soulless crowd

Advertisements

Pretty & Dainty Steps In The Cold

girl-1275655_1920.jpg

Pretty & dainty steps in the cold
Compact beauty with everyone
A separate class than my own
Watching out for the forgotten sun
Sleek & perfect presentation
Though something is amiss
Hoping for a soul of equal proportion
Not wishing to dissipate this kiss

She Was Telling Stories About Her Darker Creases

desert-903261

She was telling stories about her darker creases
Seaside jaunts with a tireless string of boys
Social classifications leaving us feeling abused
Systematically wearing down a soul without any noise
Searching for fun in spite of former cuts & bruises
Sensations nearing proportions of hazy juvenile tales
Snapping to after another round of spirited friends
Sold on a notion even though our memory may fail
Sandy journeys bring us back to where we were lost
Still meandering around the area we remember most
Striking out to change the way our life unfolded
Stagnant when we finally return back from the coast